Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2007 12:52:24 -0700
From: Jay roberts
Subject: "Doing Stuff with Young Uncle" by Jay Roberts Gay Incest
This is not a story about a kindly uncle who takes his nephews on an
adventure. No, it's a story for people over 18 years of age who like this
sort of pornographic tale. Please do not stay on this page if you are
under 18.
Uncle Casey is Mom's youngest brother. He is ten years older than me.
People say we look alike, like brothers. I love hearing that. We do have
a lot in common. We are just over six feet (at least we are now that I am
eighteen, and he is twenty eight.) We are both skinny, but in a nice way.
Casey is a little hairier than me, but I think I will end up having the
same dark fuzzy legs and patch in the middle of my chest as well as wild,
thick growth of pubic hair and underarm hair. You can see on me that I am
about to equal his adornments of hair. Casey once told me that he never
trims or shaves his pubic hair. He said that was the way he was made and
he'll stay that way. I agree. I really like his Irish hairiness. "Tis
like the shamrocks in the fields."
Casey took up golf two years ago. He is already the club champ. I am also
doing well and my ranking is among the top ten. The club gives me a chance
to shower with Casey. His stuff looks so much like mine, it's long and
thin and hangs down quite a bit, but not below our big ball sacks. When he
saw how much I had matured the last two years he smiled and patted me on
the back. It's coming along nicely. I guess you keep up polishing the
goods.
I noted for the first time that the club members look us over, especially
when we are naked. Most of them are older guys. I got a chance to see all
sorts of cocks, none as nice as Casey's and mine.
My father was an Army Major. He died in a peacetime Hummer accident. I
was three years old when it happened. Casey, a bachelor stepped in and
became my pal and stand in Dad. Casey is a very good athlete and he
coached me in baseball, soccer and basketball. Casey never missed a game.
He was an assistant college professor at the Fields Community College so he
could cut out and see the games.
I loved Casey more than any kid could love his father. I admired his good
character, he male beauty, his devotion to me, but also the strong sexual
pull he exerted on me. Casey never, every made any move on me that was not
proper and fatherly, although I wish he would.
When I was ten and Casey eighteen, he used to baby sit me. At that time he
was going to college and living at a dorm, but he'd spend the night at our
house. Of course now he has his own apartment near the college. Anyway
we'd watch TV together. Poor Casey was always sleep deprived keeping up
with class work and sports so that he'd fall asleep on the recliner. Often
I'd sit on his lap and his arm would be around my waist and my back was
against his muscular chest. I loved those times. I could smell his manly
odors and they made my head swim. It was during these snuggles that I
learned about jerking off. My undeveloped cocklet would harden up, almost
painfully. When he fell asleep I would rub it to relieve the flexing,
later I learned that if I kept rubbing, even put my hand in up f my loose
shorts and rubbed skin on skin and kept it up that soon I was transported
into a magic place. My eyes would close, my breathing would increase and I
would find that I was humming in pleasure. Then suddenly it would happen,
the most wonderful feeling of being out of control. My penis would sort of
hiccup and produce wonderful, scary feelings. My squirming often woke up
Unkie, as I called him childishly, then. He knew what was up, but his fine
nature prevented him from embarrassing me. What a guy!
Of course, as I got older, these on lap activities stopped. I really
missed them as there were no real physical closeness. When he slept over,
he was in a different room. Sometimes I lay outside his partly open door
and listened to his deep sleep breathing and...I confess, jerked of into my
hand from the thrill of it.
You are probably wondering if I was gay. I think I was on the way to being
exclusively gay although I did date from fourteen to my present age of
eighteen. Yes, we kissed, I copped a feel or two. One girl rubbed outside
my crotch and I did get off, but it was my fellow guys in school I admired,
but of course mainly my handsome uncle. One kid, Sam and I, when we were
about sixteen, did some hand wanking together. I liked it fine, but Sam
was an oaf and ugly, still he had a nice cock.
Now about Casey, there you have a real mystery. My Mom was always fixing
him up with girls. She always got reports back that they loved the date
and that he was gorgeous and a gentleman, but nothing ever seemed to
happen. Of course he was only twenty- eight now, still young, but
something else happened. Once I was in the local mall. I saw Casey with
another guy, I guess another college instructor, or maybe a student, he did
seem young. I was about to hail Casey, but he and his companion stopped on
the bottom of the escalator, and went around behind it, and as I was coming
down, I looked over the side and I saw them kissing and hugging. Right
then, although I was angry and jealous, I knew that that he was gay and
that there was a chance for me. I thought of all the nights I fell asleep
dreaming of doing stuff with him. In my dreams I made him moan with
delight and beg me to rub his hard cock. Usually the fantasy ended because
I would erupt with hot spooge over my young chest.
I made up my mind that I would not let too much time pass before I would
enjoy physical intimacy with Casey. I walked around hard most of the time.
When I looked in the mirror I would be reminded of my eyebrows that needed
trimming looked so much like his. Even the shadow of my beard now
beginning to darken my cheeks had an outline like his. My overly red lips;
like his. My hair curled up in the back of my neck just the same way. My
own imagine inflamed me as it kept reminding me of Casey.
I suspected that Casey, like so many of his age used pot. I never saw him
actually high, but there was the smell of weed I noticed in his apartment.
I used to pop in uninvited sometimes, but as I got older and he seemed to
ask that I call first, "to be sure I'm home," he'd say, but I think it was
to be sure I didn't walk in on a sex scene or when he was smoking weed.
"Fuck that," I said to myself. I decided on this Friday to just barge in
and see what he's hiding. His place was about a mile from my school. I
trudged along, it was May and hot as hell. I was wearing shorts and a tee
shirt that became soaked with sweat. At last I reached his building. It
was one of these that you could walk right up to the door of the apartment,
the outside door was always open. I hiked up the stairs and stood in front
of his door. I put my ear to it. I heard music, and shit, I could smell
the familiar odor of grass. I hardly smoked myself. I was a little
paranoid about my sports performance and was afraid I might lose skill
along with brain cells. Besides it made me very sexed up and I was already
naturally that way, I was afraid it would make me rape someone.
I rang the bell. The door opened partly and Casey stuck his head in the
opening. His usual combed hair was messy. It looked cute as hell. His
eyes were red and his face was flushed. He had a sort of silly twisted
look to his succulent mouth. "Hi kid, what's up?"
"You're high, aren't you Unke? I must say it makes you look really cute."
He stared at me, his forehead creasing. I knew that he knew that there was
something up with me as I never got so sexy with him.
"Come in Tommy." He swung the door open, then stumbled backwards. Geez,
he was flying. Best of all, he was naked except for a skimpy pair of
briefs.
"You alone?"
"Yeah," then he grinned foolishly. "Just relaxing after a tough week."
He motioned to the coffee table. There was a bong. I laughed out loud.
"Oh yeah. Repack it for me. I need a little relaxation myself."
"Okay, but don't tell Sally." Sally was my Mom.
If he weren't so wasted he never would have let me smoke. This must be
some shit judging from his zonked appearance. That turned out to be true.
I took the mouthpiece and inhaled and a sweet taste mixed with a burnt leaf
taste entered my lips. It was not hot like a joint, rather nice and cool,
he was using flavored water in the bulb to cool it. I looked at Casey as
he took another hit. I was about to say that I didn't feel anything, but
instead I let out a long "Whoa."
He laughed and giggled at me and I joined him. The two of us like giggly
girls. We fell back on the couch. I picked up the bong. "Hey Casey man,
give me a shot from your mouth!"
He looked at me, his head cocked on the side as if to say, "Who is this
Frankenstein I have created? But he did take a deep drag, so deep, I knew
it would probably put him away. He put one hand on my shoulder and moved
his mouth close to mine. I know he intended to just blow a stream into my
waiting open mouth, but instead, high as he was, he went into automatic and
leaned forward and delivered the smoke along with a strong sexy lip
rubbing. My head was swimming. When we parted he started to say
something, but he sort of forgot. He looked at me vacantly. I think that
he was naturally very sensitive to marijuana and got a double effect. His
face was getting pale as he was getting oxygen starved. This was my
chance. I reached out and caressed his chest, flicking his nipples hard.
He moaned and tried to stop me, but his motions were like jelly. I
continued and tease his nipples and they both got little hard ons. I loved
it. I put my head close and licked them, then sucked each one. His hand
went down to his prick. He felt his own erection growing quickly and
rigidly. His eyes were closed tightly and his mouth was in a silent "oh".
This was the chance to do something I have been dreaming of. I always
loved his back. It was muscular and there was a tiny patch of fine hair on
the top of his spine and another one at the base, little baby hair. It
contrasted so cutely with his overwhelming boyish masculinity and drove me
nuts.
"Lay on your stomach!" He gave me a "fuck you" look, but I think he was
glad to cover up his hardon. He lay down. I surveyed the smooth, sexy
area of his back. I kissed him just under the hairline, then I continued
pressing my lips to his overheated flesh. He kept making little grunts as
I progressed all the way to that beloved baby hair just above his ass. I
eyes those gentle curves of his slim, excellent ass as they sloped toward
the back of his hairy legs. I kissed and licked the hair patch, then moved
downward. I could see his hairy ass hole sitting pulsing between his
muscular ass halves. I licked the crack, made the hair wet with my tongue,
then he let out an involuntary howl as my tongue made contact with his
crinkled pink hole. I swiped my tongue back and forth. He was totally
hyperventilating. I bent my tongue into a point and fucked his ass hole.
His ass rose as he pressed upward seeking more wonderful sensations.
Then I stopped. He looked over his shoulder at me quizzically. Before he
could get his uncle dignity back, I struck. "Casey baby, I think you want
to be fucked."
He started to say something, but I stopped him and brought him down to his
most animal nature by sticking my spit wetted finger into his ass and felt
for his hot button. I found it and he moaned loudly. I stroked it
repeatedly and then got on my knees behind him and brushed his ass hole
with my dripping cock head. He knew this was "it" and he let out a loud
sigh and gave in to my urgent control. He slid up on his knees and stuck
his pert ass up in the air. I grabbed his slim hips for support and put
the head of my cock into his hole, which seemed to grab at it. I allowed
it to slide easily into his steaming hole. He wanted this so badly. He
was sobbing with gratitude and sensation. "I going to go all the way in."
"Yes, yes," he moaned. I pushed until my wild Irish pubes were mingling
with the hair on this ass. I began a slow in and out. His head sagged
down. Poor unkie was passing out with joy. Soon he came to as I began a
vigorous ass pummeling. "Oh Tommy, I'm about to come from your hot prick,
grab my cock and shag me."
There I was, one hand stroking him, my other one bracing me as I fucked
madly. Suddenly the room filled with my howling cry as my cock began to
spew ropes of heavy cum into his insides. I know he felt it as he cried
out with each shot. I felt his cock, a twin of mine, beginning to deliver
sticky cum over my hand.
I stayed inside of him, gently fucking him, milking all the feeling I could
before it was all over. He murmured like a happy baby over the extra PS of
attention. Finally we separated. Now he looked stricken. "What have I
done? You must think of me as a pervert."
"Hey Casey. I'm eighteen. I can choose my lovers now. You've been my
choice since I was a little kid. Shut up your moralizing and give me a
kiss, but not an uncle kiss."
I called Mom and told her that it was Friday with no school the next day
and that I was staying over at Casey's.
Although it was only six o'clock and still light, we were both dog tired.
We flopped into bed and our sound alike breathing made a duet for about two
hours. We we woke up, Casey nuzzling my cock. I had never had a blow job,
but Casey was making me a present of one. His mouth was so drooly and
smooth and hot. I never felt anything more exciting. I knew I couldn't
hold out much longer. I grabbed his shoulder hard. "Casey, stop a moment,
I can't hold on from coming."
He looked at my with, a swear, love in his face, as he said softly, "Baby,
don't hold on, give way to a great cum for me."
He went back down and continued sucking softly and licking the head and all
up and down. Then he allowed my cock to go deep into his throat and began
milking it with his throat muscles. I kept my body from tensing and just
let it coast happily into a long, luxurious head spinning orgasm.
"I love to see you cum so happily Tommy. There's lots of fun we can have."
"And," I told him, "We're keeping it all in the family."
End
This is the end of the story. I purposely didn't make it part one and then
have part two with Casey's boy friend or another friend of Tommy's, I just
wanted to see a relationship which had been on hold for so long have it
fruition.